Face / Lamp post combination
Ah, the old classics never die... bacon & cheese... salt & vinegar... and a young boy's face and a lamp post. I should know, I was that boy.

The place was Glasgow in the late 80s, Cumbernauld Road in Dennistoun, to be precise. The time was about 15 minutes before I was due to be in school. I was on a bus - one of the old Routemasters that Kelvin had bought on the cheap from London and repainted in their best mouthwash blue and bile yellow paint job - and quite enjoying the day. I had a walkman, loaded with the latest Twix Trax compilation tape... ah yes, those were the days.

My stop was coming up and I was standing at the platform at the back of the bus waiting to get off - this newfangled (to Glaswegians, anyway) open door at the back was still great fun, especially for kids at the time. As the bus slowed for the stop, I noticed some girls... in particular THE girl of the school. Every school had one like her, the first one with built in airbags.

Seeing her there in the street, I knew she was waiting for someone to impress her and sweep her off her feet, and share the treasure of her chest (sorry) with them. That person would be me. I'd do it by hopping off the bus in a manly fashion, before it stopped. That would surely win her affection!

I checked to make sure she was watching as the bus neared a stop - still moving but slowing up - and made my hop off the bus. It was elegant, it was graceful, it was nonchalant... sadly, it was also timed perfectly to put me on a collision course with a lamp post. Also timed perfectly was me turning my head just in time to come face to face with said lamp post.

When I came round, I had made an impression. Granted, it was an impression of a lamp post in my skull, but still.

Didn't have to do PE that day, so not a total loss!
(ZeInno, Tue 26 Jan 2010, 16:16, Reply)